Herbalists' Cache What the morning brings

If you're the village idiot, then I must be the village kook. He grunted. For being being placed in a position of such reverence, he certainly did not feel the respect outside of Sun Eater. We can't learn a language they won't teach us, though.

Pawing at the ground, he considered his dream from a week or two prior. I don't like it. Something bad is going to happen, and I'm not sure any of them will listen to me. He still was not completely sure what to make of what he saw. Initially he viewed it as something concerning him alone; a woman meant to belong to Kaisaan now left astray, but as of recent days he often recalled the image of eyes torn out and laid on the ground which had come afterwards. It left him confused, worried.

He wanted to go back to the months before when he first joined, before all these wolves. He missed collecting herbs with Ice Diver, hunting raccoons with Rideback. It had been the first sense of community he had felt in a long, long time.